KISS HIM

‘Kiss mebefore the light fadesinto the dream of what once was’she pleads.

Kiss himand fall,and then look for him, let her look for him,falling through the fine hold of false hopeas he moves off to twist through other sheets.

Kiss him and he is goneevaporated in a lips touchnot a minute more than much and yet she looks for himshe still looks for himas if his breath were traceableas if his touch was reachableas if his promisewas trustable

Kiss him but onceand watch her fall,identity,like the dream of what once was,lost in a single kiss drowning in dreams that follow as he moves onto other dreams to shatterwith that same kiss.

‘Kiss me,’ she pleadsas the dream finds light and bleeds onto the folds in the empty space on the bed beside her.